The tour guide continued to drone on as Nikki stifled a yawn. She was only on the Historic Homes tour because of Denise. She had no interest in this sort of thing, but Denise seemed to be drinking it all in with an intense, almost religious-like, fervor. She didn’t think Denise had many other friends, poor thing.
Thankfully, the tour guide wrapped things up right on time so Nikki could rush to her next engagement, lunch and shopping with her bestie, Shana. She felt such pride in herself as she drove away, staring at Denise waving goodbye in the rear-view mirror.
“Do you think this works with my coloring?” Nikki asked Shana after a long lunch at their favorite bistro. She held a blush pink dress up to her neck. “Should I try it on?”
Shana nodded and smiled politely. As Nikki ducked into a changing room Shana checked the time, hoping Nikki wouldn’t try on ten different ensembles before making a choice as she had on their last shopping trip. She was meeting a group of her best girlfriends for drinks in less than an hour.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction, and also inspired by this scientific study, which says that only 50% of the people we consider friends actually consider us a friend as well. Interesting read, if you have time.